CHAPTER 125: SPANK ME ALREADY!

Luckily by the time he was done and back to the kitchen, she was just rounding up with the bacon, multitasking, cleaning her workspace as she went back to the pan every now and then to turn over her slices.

"It smells so good in here." He cooed, coming up behind her and pecking her neck, before moving to the side, letting her do her thing.

"Thank you." She said, returning his kiss as she wiped the counter behind him with a towel, scrubbing extra hard when she realized some bits of raw egg had dried up there.

She was silently beginning to reconsider wanting to have a large kitchen.

"You can go shower. I can take it from here." He offered, turning off the stove. She watched him with soft eyes as he scooped out the sizzling bacon from the pan onto the the paper towel and sieve she’d prepared earlier, admiring the image of him being so domestic. Standing over the stove in grey sweats and a skin tight black top that showed off his gorgeous pecs and abs, his hair still wet from the shower.

"Like what you see?" He teased, sending a wink her way, before turning back to complete the task he had begun.

"Probably." She said, earning a scoff from him.

"Liar." He sassed, rolling his eyes at her. Without thinking, she walked past him, but not without giving his perfectly shaped ass a sweet spank, causing him to stiffen immediately.

Slowly, he turned to face her who looked at him with wide eyes and a broad smile, her feet unresponsive.

Tristan’s face was masked with shock as the spoon he was holding fell from his loose grip into the pan, causing hot oil to splash on his skin but he didn’t flinch.

It was until she saw his shocked face morph into one of mischief, that her legs twitched indicating they were ready to run.

"Oh, you’re so dead." He growled running after her, his massive legs giving him the upper hand as he caught her halfway across the stairs, placing her over his shoulder, her ass up in the air.

"Put me down, you brute!" She screamed, slapping his back with all the strength she could muster, while trying to ignore the blood that was now filling her head.

"The nerve you have." He muttered in disbelief. "I’m gonna spank it out of your butthole." He promised, as he opened the door to his bedroom, heading to the bench just in front of his mattress.

"You can spank me now! You don’t have to carry me like this." She couldn’t help but retort even though every cell in her mind screamed at her to shut the hell up and beg. But being the kind of person she was, she couldn’t just do it. She practically got off on riling them up.

"Oh don’t worry." He said as he sat down. "I will spank you really well." He lay her horizontally across his lap, despite all her squirming and attempts to slip from his grip. But he held her down strongly like a fisherman holding down catfish he wants to butcher.

"Spank already!" She couldn’t help but whine in frustration. He was taking his sweet time, and it was beginning to cause anticipation to pool in her belly.

"Needy much?" He teased, letting out his claws. He dug into the waist of the already shredded dress, tugging on the weak waist band of her torn panties, and pulling backwards, baring her ass to the chilled air of the air con.

He chuckled as he ran his fingers across her pale cheeks, chuckling lowly to himself as he thought of the things he was going to do to them.

Bethany couldn’t help but shiver on his lap, knowing deep down it had nothing to do with the coldness of the heavily air conditioned room. She lay completely still, her anticipation getting the best of her better judgement.

She shut her eyes as she tried to follow his movements and musings with her mind eyes and ears, swallowing when she heard him mutter something about wanting to bite down on her cheeks.

Before she could say a word, he carried out his thoughts, biting down on her cheek with his human teeth lightly, causing her to shiver as she moaned, much to her dismay.

"You like the pain, don’t you?" He murmured against her ass, licking and sucking on the now sore spot, his palm kneading the cheek that was closest to him.

She stayed quiet, hoping earnestly in her heart he wasn’t going to ask her to reply verbally. She didn’t even want to think of how he expected her to admit to it.

She loved the nasty side of her he always knew how to bring out whenever he wanted, same way he did at that basement; but she had to admit everything was coming down on her like a whiplash and she was doing her very best to take it one step at a time.

But apparently, Tristan had other plans.

"Words, Princess." He growled in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes." She said through gritted teeth, as she tried to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from her lips as he bit down on the cheek he had been kneading seconds ago, causing her to quiver again.

The smell of her arousal was now forming a thick cloud around them as it had done in the kitchen earlier, causing Tristan great difficulty with keeping his wolf in check.

"Your thighs are glistening, Princess." He whispered in her ear, licking and nibbling on it, causing moans to spill freely from her lips like water. "You love the pain, so why are you holding back?" He asked softly, his voice deep and sensual, determined to shatter the resolve she was trying so hard to keep up.

He forced her legs slightly apart, fixing his face between the apex of her thighs, filling his lungs with the scent of her arousal, the sound of him exhaling was almost savage.

The knot of anticipation that had existed in her abdomen before he began his worship tightened harder than ever as she forced herself to take deep breaths.

Then he let his tongue out.